Charlemagne in Sweatpants

When he's holding then the streetlamps
They seem an awful lot like spotlights
Sometimes Charlemagne gets so uptight
Running numbers between bars. Running girls between the cars.
Oh, and sometimes charlemagne feels all right.
All right.
All right
Charlemagne had eyes just like a lover
Last winter there was weather
And his eyes, they iced right over
Casanova's in the corner and he's asking for a dance
Speedshooters driving round and coming down
And trying to hook up with an exit ramp
And tramps like us, and we like tramps
Yeah, Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants
Yeah, and Holly was supposed to be at ccd
But she was walking around on shady streets
She was looking 'round for something she could take up to a party
And it's not like she's enslaved
It's more like she's enthralled
She don't need it but she likes it
Yeah, so she always makes that call
At first it makes her feel tall,
Then it makes her feel small
And it's all a sweet fleeting feeling
They did the "been caught stealing" into "dancing on the ceiling"
And you're damn right we danced
Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants.
Do you want me to tell it like boy meets girl and the rest is history?
Yeah, or do you want it like a murder mystery?
I'm gonna tell it like a comeback story
'Cause when we left we were defeated and depressed
And when we arrived we were ripping high
We had a gun in the glove box
We had some sweet stuff stuffed into our socks
We had Jesus Christ in all his glory